“Each of them, all unknowing, fairly gives its due to each chance of life, to each germ of death within itself.”

“By giving the name of progress to its own tendency to a fatal precision, the world is seeking to add to the benefits of life the advantages of death.”

“As for the world, all reality has no other excuse for existence except to offer the poet the chance to play a sublime match against it -- a match that is list in advance.”

“O Socrates, the universe cannot for one instant endure to be only what it is. It is strange to think that that which is All cannot be sufficient unto itself!”

“Poetry is a separate language, or more specifically, a language within a language.”

“Patience, patience.Patience dans l'azurchaque atome de silenceest la chance d'un fruit mûr !”

“I think of the presence and of the habits of mortals in this so fluid stream, and reflect that I was among them, striving to see all things just as I see them at this very moment. I then placed Wisdom in the eternal station which now is ours. But from here all is unrecognizable. Truth is before us, and we no longer understand anything at all.”